well. last night around 11:30 my vehicle and my face were assaulted by a motorcyclist. it’s kind of funny and kind of terrifying. or maybe not at all.
what i mean by this is that he punched my side mirror and my driver side window until it shattered in my face. this was after the briefest of altercations. i don’t want to get into it because it requires explaining laws n shit and it’s boring, but he was doing illegal stuff, i ended up hitting his handlebar with my right mirror, and then he decided to come and seek revenge. the cops were called. they think little can be done because motorcyclists are aggressive in this city all to hell. i tried… .
he said: “why did you hit my bike?”
i said: “Why were you in the middle of the lanes?”
then punch punch punch and speeding through a red light to get away.
bright side. look on the bright side, right?
well my worst injury was a piece of glass embedded in my lip. i’m tearing up writing this because of how scary all that blood was. i didn’t feel hurt but there was so much blood in my mouth.
but thank god I am in love with Bellamy Blake aka Bob Morley, the almighty Lord of Lipscar. I am really hoping these glass shatter injuries don’t scar but if it does i will wear it with pride and honour, knowing i am now a member of Team Lipscar along such luminaries as ezio auditore, bellamy blake, and cullen rutherford,
other sexy scar possibilities include: eyebrow, in-between eyebrows, chin, cheekbone. the possibilities are endless!
anyways my face hurts lol and im tired. and im scared. and writing this was to make me feel better but now i want to cry again. i hate being a victim. i hate that someone can just decide to hurt me and do it and there’s nothing you can do but take it.
BRIGHTER BRIGHT SIDE TIME
fool’s hand is probably fucked up. broken, or bloody, at least. damn idiot.
BRIGHTEST BRIGHT SIDE
if he hadn’t assaulted me, i would have had to pay any damages to his bike. but because he assaulted my car and it resulted in injury, i am now the victim. so if he’s caught i can press charges.
what should have been a simple exchange of insurance shit can now get him in deep doodoo.
BRIGHTEST OF ALL BRIGHT SIDES
i sleep well tonight, because i love myself. i love that i strive to be kind and that i pick myself up, even if i’m in pieces, and keep going. i love that i have carried myself through tough times - which includes the allure of rage. i still have to get over it sometimes. but i know that anger and lashing out is unhealthy and a horrible mindset to be in.
so i sleep easy knowing fools who lash out are just enraged awful people who need mental health help or rage classes.
yknow the look he gave me before throwing a punch was the look my dad would have on his face when we disrespected him. that, “how dare u not behave the way i want you too. now you will suffer in any way i decide you deserve” kind of way narcissists and bullies have.
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It starts with muffled voices followed by the slamming of the door. And then, for a bit, silence.
There’s no insulation in Granny’s walls, and every sound from the hallway travels. So at first, Snow thinks Regina took Robin into the bathroom to have a quiet chat. They do need a good talk, afterall.
Regina is being absurd with this refusal to be happy thing.
But then there’s another slam, and the far wall appears to vibrate with the action, and hushed, darkened tones worry her. They are fighting, she thinks.
Regina has come so far in concealing her rage, battling her instincts to jump to violence to solve her problems, but…well, she never handled losing loved ones easily, and if Robin truly was with Belle (Snow doubts that, their conversation looked perfectly innocent and friendly to her, despite how Regina must have interpreted it) who knows how Regina may react.
It’s lunch hour on a weekend, and Granny’s is nearly a full house and thank god for that, Snow thinks. The steady buzz of dozens of different conversations are dulling the sounds coming from behind the walls.
No need to worry the town about the evil queen returning to her old ways, afterall.
Snow puts down her tea and stands up, determined to interrupt this fight before it gets carried away.
But then she hears what is definitely not an angered voice, no, it’s a moan, and god damn it, she definitely did not sign up for this. They were supposed ot have a quiet lunch and catch up on the state of the schools, she was not supposed to be seconds away from walking in on her step-mother having a quickie.
She sits back down, cheeks flushed, wondering if anyone else heard it.
Nearly everyone else is too wrapped up in their own conversations to care, but Belle, Belle is sitting at her booth, looking a bit too interested in a menu she definitely has memorized.
Snow cringes at that, closes her eyes and wishes she had the magic to poof herself away from this moment. But when she opens her eyes, her wish has not been granted. She makes contact with Belle, who has given up any pretense of naivity regarding the situation, and is throwing her a knowing look, hand over her mouth barely concealing her giggles.
There’s another slam now, that one so loud everything on that far wall shakes. Customers look up, puzzled.
Conversations quickly die down and the dining room grows quiet, while people glance up at the shaking wall, their expressions turning from confused to knowing. Some look offended, many seem all too amused with the situation, and some seem very, very uncomfortable with the sounds the former evil queen is making.
Especially the men.
She is going to kill Regina. If she doesn’t die of embarrassment she is going to kill her.
There’s more arguing, except she knows it’s not arguing, it’s foreplay, and she can’t make out the words, but it’s “something-something-something, thief” and did Snow and the rest of the town really need to know their pet names for one another?
There’s a steady thumping against the wall now, and conversations at the tables of Grannys’ have all but stopped, except for the half-stifled giggles of the customers and whispered words of offense.
Each moan, each muffled sound of dirty words exchanged, twist into Snows mind, and jesus, she’s going to have to schedule a nice round of therapy with Archie after this, because hearing the woman who was once married to her father make sexy, deep, throaty sounds like this is a little too much.
Ruby pays no mind to the sound, surprisingly. She just continues to wait tables as if she doesn’t hear the slamming and the moaning that grows ever louder.
But Granny is a different story. She’s been in the kitchen, cooking, the noises of the griddle and the stove muffling the sounds of passionate lovemaking that now fill the dining area. But when she steps back from the kitchen to deliver the new order, she notices the tell tale, rhythmic quakes of the wall.
“God damn it,” Granny groans, throwing down a dishrag, “do you people have no decency?”
“Granny, granny!” Snow jumps up to block her from the path of the bathroom, holding a hand up in protest, and then leans into whisper “it’s Regina. And Robin.”
Granny scowls, disappointed, then huffs out a breath of air. “Oh.”
“I think they….they might need this?”
“They can get a pass for this time. Provided Queenie stops sulking around and lets that poor man love her.” Granny mutters.
“But I’m hiring someone to clean that bathroom, and she’s paying.”